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re2!leon kennedy x fem!reader | wc: 1k || masterlist
summary: forcing leon to play dress up ! ! !
cw: 18+, Dead Dove i think, dubcon, blackmail (mentions of photos+videos), overstimulation, porn no plot, p in v, unprotected sex, FORCEFEM LEON AAAAAA, humiliation, dacry (just a little), hes sad and pathetic idk what else to say…ee
a/n: spreading the forcefem leon propaganda is my job, very self indulgent writing, barely proofread, probably some grammatical errors in this, but who cares we just wanna see leon in a dress!!! Happy valentines day 👅
as always, mdni!
smut under the cut <3
“You want me to what?”
Leon was a little scared of how enthusiastic you looked, holding the pretty dress up like you just won the lottery. You were recently looking through your closet and cleaning up some old stuff until you found the sheer dress hidden somewhere in the back. You thought of how you could wear it for Leon, but that was a little… boring.
“How did you even come up with this?”
“I dunno…I just thought of it.”
“You just thought of it? That’s- No, I’m not doing this- it’s ridiculous!”
But his pouty face didn’t faze you one bit, especially when he was so whiny about it. It was almost pathetic.
And one way or another, you successfully persuaded him to wear the pretty garment. He stood there like a wet, freezing puppy while his palms censored the tip poking out from the small dress.
“I look ridiculous.”
“You look cute!”
“Cute? My dick is poking out of this thing! And also, why did you make me take off my—“
Leon flinched at the sudden flashing light that made his eyes squint for just a second. Did you just take a picture of him?
“Hey- no, delete that! It’s embarrassing! Please, I’m serious!”
The next thing you know, you were running around the shared home holding the phone up in the air so Leon couldn’t reach you while he followed you around desperately.
“You’re so worked up about some boring little picture. Y’know, I can just delete it.”
He stopped at your sudden explanation, looking at you cautiously like you were about to send the picture to everyone.
“Then do it. Please, just— why aren’t you deleting it yet??”
“Because I want something out of this.”
His frown looked so unserious, especially when his bratty ass rolled his eyes to look more annoyed than he actually was.
But even if you couldn’t take him seriously, he internally felt somewhat distressed with the possibilities of what you’d do with that picture. Would you send it around? You’d never, right?
The flooding thoughts made him nervously fumble with the tulle layer of the small dress, even while he was still trying to keep his sullen-looking face.
“…What do you want?”
Leon then found himself pinned to the bed, taking your pussy as you rode him with a desperation he couldn’t reciprocate. The dress felt uncomfortably tight around his body, with the tulle making his skin feel itchy. He sort of despised the feeling of being so weak and not being able to do anything about your coercive tactics just so you could fuck him.
If he hadn’t agreed to have sex with you, he would’ve definitely lost his job and whatever connections he still had. You were cruel sometimes, but something in him just couldn’t let you go.
He noticed the way your movements shifted once you blinked down to look at the tears filling his eyes. The way you smiled at him made him feel less bad than he did a moment ago, but he could tell it was because you liked seeing him this way.
So he just gave in as long as you were happy.
His palms squeezed your hips like he was trying to keep himself grounded. The way you kept bouncing on his cock made him feel dizzy. He didn’t even understand how. Gripping onto you wasn’t even helping him relax anymore.
The fabric grating against his skin, the hot room, you riding him and the phone in his face made him feel like he just wanted to scream right there and then, but he always felt guilty when he snapped at you during arguments.
“Don’t you dare record this. Get that phone out of my face, please,” Leon whined beneath you, his hands moving to grab the phone out of your hand. At least he managed to do that. “None of that.”
“But you’re so cute.. Besides, I still have those photos. Just let me record you for a little, I won’t show them to anyone.”
“I can’t say no, can I?”
“Give me back my phone.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
He didn’t like the tension. It made his head hurt, and the flash in his face wasn’t helping either. Leon opened his watery eyes just to squint and frown at the camera, looking at the subtle viciousness in your face while his dick was still buried deep in your warm cunt.
This felt humiliating. He knew you were going to watch the footage over and over again until your phone would break. Maybe he could break it for you later.
Leon wanted to reach for his face and wipe the tears that stained his soft skin, just for you to grab his wrists and place them over his head.
“Alright- you’re not even gonna let me wipe my tears?”
“You look good, leave it for a little.”
He rolled his eyes, mostly because he was annoyed but also because he was close to cumming.
His triceps flexed a little as he tried to fight your tight grasp, wanting to grab you and hold you against his skin.
“Seriously, quit recording and let me just-“
He finally grabbed your phone once again, throwing it somewhere on the bed. You tried to protest against his action, just for him to pull you down and hold you against him. Leon cocked his head to the side to let your cheek squish against his so you could breathe, because unlike you, he was a considerate partner. At least that’s what he believes.
“Just let me have one thing right now, come on. Let me cum, sweetheart. Pleasepleaseplease-“
He whined once again as he felt you cum around him without warning. Leon’s grasp on you tightened at the sensation, your pussy squeezing his cock like a vice, which eventually made him fill you up real nicely.
“Your dress is itchy.” You complained after taking a little to recover from your orgasm. Leon’s brows knitted at that, moving his head to look at you.
“Since when is it mine?”
“Since…uh, now.”
“No, it’s not. I’m throwing it away. And we had a deal, now delete those pictures.”
Your pout didn’t faze him; as long as you would delete the pictures, he wouldn’t have to walk around you feeling a sense of fear when he shouldn’t.
“There you go. Wasn’t so hard now, was it? Now the videos.”
“Ah-ah. I’m keeping those.”
God, he will never hear the end of this.
for those who want reference i found this on Pinterest he’s so cute so so so cute have a great day
